C17 Collision!
Shui Se immediately put down his face and said with a hint of provocation: "No need, I understand where you are. If I'm not wrong, your boss should stay in this hotel!" Through the pair of brown glasses, Heimu suddenly realized that the man sitting in front of him wasn't a rabbit who looked pure and kind on the surface. Even if he had to be categorized in the rabbit world, he was still a rabbit who could bite.
No response. No response. Shui Se picked up the project book on the table between the two of them and left in a hurry …
Oh, bad food! Heimu watched as Shui Se stomped on the banana peel thrown to the ground by a naughty kid. Shui Se stomped on the banana peel and flew away in anger. He staggered and fell flat on his stomach onto the teahouse where his big BOSS was sipping tea. He was so shocked that sweat dripped down his forehead.
Water splashed everywhere as the tea cup fell to the ground. The tea tray was completely broken, and the clothes covering Shui Se's chest also sprayed onto Quan San's cold and sharp face.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm very sorry!" As expected, the heavens didn't despise Shui Se for being bedraggled enough. The originally hot and wet tea unerringly soaked the area on his chest, causing his skin, which was shrunk under the fabric of his clothes, to be faintly discernable in the soaked fabric.
How could he know that a broken porcelain teacup had been stuck in the groove of the tea tray, and the exposed sharp side of the teacup had stabbed into the lining of the left side of Shui Se's chest. Before the sharp side of the teacup had even sunk into Shui Se's skin, Shui Se, who had reacted quickly, had already straightened his back and stood up with both hands on his back. As he was speaking apologetically to the man, there was a 'chi la' sound on the left side of his chest.
Heimu wanted to move, but was stopped by a stern glare from Quan San. Heimu had no choice but to get up and walk past them as if nothing had happened.
At this moment, a waiter quickly brought a towel over and quickly cleaned up the remains of the tea set.
Of course Shui Se wasn't idle. He stood to the side and helped the waiter clean up, and took the initiative to ask the lobby manager for the payment of the tea set. In addition, he also asked for the exact same tea set to be given to the gentleman sitting in front of the floating window.
He didn't need Shui Se to tell him that when he was communicating with the lobby manager, he had already given Quan San a new red robe.
Quan San, who silently sat on the floating window, observed everything that was happening in front of the counter with a cold and hard gaze. His gaze, which was originally like a cutting machine, never left Shui Se's raised buttocks that were wet to half of his pants, while it also drifted towards the butt of a stranger that was walking back and forth beside him.
After being soaked by the Da Hong Pao, it was perfectly round like a full Acacia Bean. Embedded into the bare skin under the beige shirt, it was indeed the finishing touch.
Shui Se's lines were not rough and tough like those of a man, but a kind of softness that brought with it ups and downs. Shui Se's lines were not rough like those of a man, but a kind of softness that brought with it ups and downs.
This was the most high-end Star Hotel in the center of Nanling, there were many high-end international luxury goods shops here, forming a small salon.
He coldly glanced at the disheveled Shui Se, then lowered his head and glanced at the Da Hong Pao that had just been sent up again by the waiter. Then he gave a succinct command for Heimu to go to Oyedeen's cabinet and buy a light color suit from the top to the bottom in return for Shui Se's gift. No one could take advantage of him, and he disdained to take advantage of others.
"Hello, may I ask if the person inside is Mr. Shui Se?" Someone politely knocked on the bathroom door. After knocking three times, he opened the door handle and stuck it into his head. In his hand was a stack of new men's clothing with unripped labels.
"What's the matter?" Shui Se, who was in the midst of cleaning up his appearance and appearance, turned his head with a slightly doubtful expression.
"Ahhh, one of the guests in the hall asked me to bring the money in. The customer has already paid for it." The waiter welcomed him with a smile. As he spoke, he placed the clothes in his hands on the sink, then politely left.
Shui Se didn't ask too much, he just looked at the pile of new clothes in the mirror and realized that he really needed them right now. Shui Se didn't ask too much, just looked at the pile of new clothes in the mirror and realized that he really needed them right now. What did this person mean? Why did he have to consider personal belongings like his underwear? Isn't that a bit too much?
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